Anastasias Family Ch 02

I woke up with a start the next morning. The kind of wake-up you have for a very important event, and you're so nervous about it, you wake up before your alarm has a chance to squawk. In my case, I woke forty-five minutes before my alarm. My heart drummed on my chest, my hands were sweaty, and already there was an ache in my belly. The guilt from the night before and the worry from the morning to come clashed inside me, and I wanted to die.

Sleep illuded me through most of the night as I tossed and turned. I lay on the other side of my bed that wasn't damp from last night's activities. After hours of planning and overthinking possible outcomes of today, I dozed off on accident for what felt like minutes. Now awake, I felt my panic compounding and forming a pile in my gut that reached the back of my throat. Despite that buried feeling, a part of me grew curious about the mess beside me.

The morning light pushed between my shades to cut lines over my mattress. Tossing off my covers, I could see the large oval of wetness where I squirted. My hand touched the fabric, and I felt transported back to the night before. My father's hot breath on the back of my neck, his hands on my body, the rough grunts he made before he came... My palm rubbed the sheet gently as if I were touching myself.

There were a spot or two that were rough where droplets of his semen had fallen and crusted over. Remembering, I slipped a hand into my underwear and rubbed over my butt. Sure enough, I felt the sticky spots where slings of my daddy's semen had stuck to my skin and dried.

I gasped at the feel of it and the remembrance of the moment. Working my hand lower on my rear, I bit the corner of my lip when I felt my vagina and the buildup of creamy juices already formed in my slit. I slid two fingers into my sex from behind and gasped. With my cheek resting on my mattress beside my pool of juices and my butt protruding in the air, I used my entire arm to thrust my two fingers in and out of my tight hole.

"Ughh... yes..." I groaned as I imagined being in this position for Daddy the next time he had his way with me. "Oh... Oh, daddy..."

My door was closed, and since my brothers no longer lived at our parent's house, I had the entire upper floor of the house to myself, which meant I couldn't scream, but I definitely didn't have to police my volume

that

much. My fingers plowed my 18-year-old hole harder and harder as I fantasized about my daddy being rough with his girl. Imagined how full his long, thick cock would make me feel...

make his dirty girl feel...

"Mmmm! Fuck me harder, Daddy," I whimpered into my bed and felt my finger thump inside me. My stagnated breathing left moments of silence where the only sound in my bedroom was the squishy sound my fingers made pumping in and out of my hole.

Panting and whimpering, I squinted under my eyelids as the fantasy of pleasure grew and grew, but something shiny caught my eyes. From the angle where I lay, the morning light reflected off a small quarter-sized pool of liquid just inches from my face. It was in my shadow before, so I must have missed it, but it was a large milky puddle of my daddy's sperm. It must have been where the majority of his seed had fallen hours before when he came.

Without thought or hesitation, my cheek slid over to the wet spot, and I wrapped my lips around it. The viscous salty substance coated my tongue, and I hummed a moan that grew in volume and frequency the closer I came to orgasm. I remember the grunting sound Daddy made as I jerked his meat and could only dream about looking up into his brown eyes I watched him lose control and shoot his load of semen into my mouth, down my throat, and into my belly.

"Oh, God... yes!" I moaned a little too loud as I swallowed Daddy's cum. Feeling it near, my fingers exited my pussy and made messy circles on my clitoris as I lost control of my limbs.

My butt jiggled in the air as the tremor of the orgasm descended through my body. I began to scream and turned my face into the bed to muffle my cries. My toes curled, and a heavy drizzle of juices leaked from my pussy, down my hand, wrist, and arm.

"Ohmygoddaddyi'mcummingmmmmmm!" my muted scream into my mattress vibrated the bed and ended with a powerful cliff as finally my chest unclenched, and I gasped for air as I fell to my side.

For several moments, I blinked with black and blue blotches in my eyes, either from the powerful orgasm or the oxygen deprivation. It was when they finally went away and my breathing returned to normal that I heard the respectful

tap-tap tap

on my door.

"Anna? Are you awake?" my father called through the door, but something about his tone made me think this wasn't the first time he called for me.

Oh, God!

I thought, straightening in a sprint in my bed.

How long has he been standing there? What has he heard? What am I going to say to him!?